Page 108 of When Forever Falls Apart

But it was all a masquerade—the smiles, the enthusiasm. The moment I lay down each night, all I saw was her.

From the moment I left Cinnamon Springs, I ached for Madelina.

Women threw themselves at me, but not once did I succumb because my head was a clusterfuck of emotions, and the thought of being inside anyone else drove me to the depths of despair. I hung out with a new crowd of people, and old friends like Matteo were busy moving on with their lives. He had a baby, and seeing him with a newborn in his arms was a whole other mindfuck. Mr. Can’t-keep-his-dick-in-his-goddamn-pants was now a daddy.

Then, I reached the breaking point, the same time I got the news Ronald had passed in his sleep. His sister emailed me what happened, which explained why Ronald was sending emails less frequently prior to his passing. He was tired, and knew the end was near.

And despite me living on the other side of the world, he left instructions with his sister for me to take care of Margaret Anne should anything happen to him. He even had a ticket booked for her to travel to France.

I sat down with Jacques and told him how miserable I was, laying all my cards face up on the table.

Surprisingly, he understood. If Jacques is anything, he is a loyal husband and father to his five children.

And that was it.

I got on a plane and left it all up to the universe.

Madelina stirs in my arms, so I gently place a kiss on her shoulder and slide my hand beneath the sheets. Her skin is smooth as silk, the epitome of…

Heaven on earth.

Six whole months of not touching her.

Hell on earth.

Last night, we made love all night. Not once did I let her go, desperate to make up for lost time. Each kiss, each touch, ignited the flame once again, and neither one of us could get enough.

As the memories of last night replay in my mind, my dick stands hard, and the only way to start this day is to take her once again. So I reach down and rub against her clit, the moisture still lingering from last night. Without a second thought, I slide myself in slowly, holding on to her as if my life depends on it.

At a slow and steady pace, I move in and out, only for her moans to suddenly echo inside the room. She reaches over,pulling my head into the crook of her neck and exposing her beautiful tits.

“Elliot,” she moans softly. “I have to ask you something…”

I lean in, nibbling beneath her earlobe while continuing to thrust inside of her. “The answer is no. I haven’t touched a single woman since the moment I left. You consumed me, and all I could think about was you. The countless nights where I lay in bed and reminisced over you naked. God, Madelina, you have no idea how much I needed you.”

She presses herself against me, but then she removes herself and pushes me on my back to climb on top.

With her tits in my face, I release a groan. “And I know no man touched you since I left.”

“Oh really? Cocky, are we?”

I pull her toward me, wrapping her hair around my fist. “No other man wasevergoing to make you feel the way I make you feel. And in just a few moments, I’m going to remind you again why you’re mine…”

In a swift move, I flip her onto her back and settle between her legs. My tongue flicks against her clit repeatedly, moans escaping my lips as Madelina arches her back and begs for me.

As I wrap my mouth around her clit one more time, she expels a long moan and informs me she’s ready to come.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

I press on until her body finally stills, the last shudders fading into silence. In a rush of instinct, I join her, surrendering to a euphoric climax that swells over me like a tidal wave after a vicious storm. I struggle to catch my breath as the room spins and my vision blurs.

With my limbs heavy and thoughts barely coherent, I collapse on top of her. We continue to lie in bliss until Douglas and Margaret Anne stroll into the room, as if they’ve been waiting for us to finish.

“We have an audience,” Madelina points out with a grin, strategically pulling the sheet over her chest.

“We’re dog parents. Privacy as we know it is a thing of the past,” I tease. “Wait until we have kids.”

“You want kids?”